# 267
**Chapter 267 – The Enemy**
It was six in the evening.
At this hour, Auntie should’ve had dinner ready. A Jin still hadn’t finished his homework, and Little Blackie was sprawled on the balcony, basking lazily in the setting sun.
An autumn wind swept across the empty earth, lifting a handful of fine sand into the air.
Aside from deathly silence, there was nothing here.
“No… it can’t be like this…” Lin Qiye stood frozen, muttering to himself.
In that instant, every memory of the past ten years he had spent here flashed through his mind like a whirlwind, scattering into the distance along with that handful of sand…
He lunged forward like a madman, clawing at the dirt beneath his feet, desperate to find some trace that they had once existed.
His eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming uncontrollably onto the ground beneath him. In a daze, it was as if he had returned to that stormy night.
He had knelt before this small house and promised that in ten years, he would return… return to his home.
But now, the people were gone. Where was home?
The Night Watch, the mysteries, the gods, the fog… everything seemed to lose all meaning, because in his eyes, the world that belonged to him had already collapsed.
The outside world had nothing to do with him.
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he froze. A golden God’s Ruins unfurled from his body, enveloping the empty land.
If ten years ago, he could use the [Mortal Divine Realm] to revive everyone in this city, then why couldn’t he do the same for his family now?
He still had a vast amount of divine power left in his body—enough to sustain the entire Cangnan City for half a month!
He could use a miracle to resurrect the miracle that had vanished.
The golden motes of light around him converged before his body, slowly approaching the empty ground. Lin Qiye’s eyes blazed with blinding brilliance as he pushed the [Mortal Divine Realm] to its absolute limit…
But he failed.
Because he couldn’t find even a trace of Auntie and A Jin’s souls.
A soul carries all of a person’s memories and personality. Without it, even if Lin Qiye reconstructed their bodies, they would be nothing but hollow shells.
That was the medium he needed for resurrection. Ten years ago, he had been able to revive all the residents because the [Mortal Divine Realm] had activated immediately after Cangnan City was erased, preserving all the souls.
But now… without souls, he couldn’t bring them back.
Recreating souls from nothing wasn’t impossible for the [Mortal Divine Realm]—after all, a “miracle” was defined by its ability to defy all logic—but the residual divine power within Lin Qiye wasn’t enough to forge even a single soul.
“Why… where are the souls? Where did they go?” Lin Qiye stood there in a daze, the golden light flickering around him, his bloodshot eyes full of confusion.
Even if the [Mortal Divine Realm] had vanished and Cangnan had been destroyed, the souls should’ve remained!
Not just Auntie and A Jin’s souls—he couldn’t even find Little Blackie’s. In this entire Cangnan City, not a single soul had been left behind.
Had someone taken them? Or had they already dissipated?
The golden light around Lin Qiye gradually faded. He stood before the empty land, slowly clenching his fists…
Overwhelming grief. Heart-tearing pain. Unprecedented fury. Violent negative emotions flooded his mind, threatening to drown him entirely.
His red eyes stared at the emptiness beneath his feet, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Just then, Merlin’s illusion appeared behind Lin Qiye. He watched Lin Qiye’s back in silence, a trace of bitterness in his eyes.
“Mind Magic: [Clarity of Heart].”
“Mind Magic: [Emotion Weakening].”
“Mind Magic: [Heart Lock].”
Three white magic circles enveloped Lin Qiye’s body in succession. Only then did his emotions begin to stabilize. Under the suppression of the triple-layered mind magic, the surging thoughts in his mind receded like a tide, and his dazed consciousness returned.
“Thank you, Lord Merlin.” Lin Qiye took a deep breath and spoke.
He turned to look at the distant sky, a flicker of light in his eyes.
Now, he couldn’t even revive his own family…
Then there was only one thing left for him to do.
Lin Qiye slowly stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and drew the Straight Blade beside him. Endless killing intent erupted in his gaze!
“Loki—!!!”
Several kilometers away, a Straight Blade lodged in a rooftop suddenly trembled, shot into the sky, and spun through the air into Lin Qiye’s hand!
Golden light exploded around him. In the next moment, he tore through space and arrived at the edge of Cangnan City.
Dual blades in hand, golden light surging in his eyes, his killing intent soared to the heavens.
He couldn’t revive Auntie and A Jin…
But he could slay a god!
…
At the edge of Cangnan City.
Loki looked at the lifeless city, a twisted smile curling at his lips. He sneered:
“Yes… this is what this city should look like. A brilliant miracle, destined to fall. This is the fate of all things… So what if the gods of Great Xia have returned? You… can do nothing.”
Loki cast a disdainful glance at the city, then turned and tapped the void, preparing to teleport away.
His smile suddenly froze.
The spatial ripples at his fingertips grew stronger, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tear through the space.
“Locked?” The smile vanished from Loki’s face, his expression turning grave. “They won’t let me leave, but no god has come to kill me? What are they planning?”
As he pondered, a figure suddenly tore through the void and appeared before him.
It was a youth in a deep-blue robe, dual blades in hand, silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, golden eyes like burning furnaces, dazzling and sharp.
“You?” Loki blinked in surprise, then narrowed his eyes as if realizing something. “So that’s it… They want to use me as your whetstone?
Ridiculous…”
Lin Qiye said nothing. He simply stared into Loki’s eyes and walked forward step by step.
Suddenly, Loki frowned.
“Why do they value you so much? Could it be… you’re the one from the prophecy?” Loki’s expression shifted slightly. He studied Lin Qiye for a moment, then shook his head.
“No, impossible… The one from the prophecy should’ve been erased along with Cangnan City. How could you still be alive?”
“I don’t care what you’re talking about…” Lin Qiye’s deep-blue robe billowed without wind. A golden God’s Ruins outlined itself around him, and the divine power within his body surged like boiling lava.
“You—will be buried with this city!”
**BOOM—!!!**
A golden ripple exploded outward from Lin Qiye. Within this [Mortal Divine Realm], a miracle was taking shape!
A miracle that allowed a “Klein” to challenge a god!
Lin Qiye’s aura skyrocketed. On this dark and empty land, he shone like a blazing sun.
His foot slammed into the ground, and with twin blades in hand, he shot toward Loki like lightning. At the same time, over a dozen massive magic arrays unfurled across the heavens and earth, terrifying magical fluctuations rippling outward!
The fall of Cangnan, the disappearance of Auntie… it was all because of that name written on the [Shiva’s Grudge] during the divine battle ten years ago—by Gaia and Loki.
Gaia was too far from Lin Qiye, and with his current strength, he might not be able to defeat her.
But Loki—was right in front of him.
Loki sensed the terrifying power radiating from Lin Qiye, and his expression changed slightly. “The residual divine power of Michael? You think that’s enough to kill me?”
Loki snorted coldly, and the divine might of the God of Mischief descended upon the earth!